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A faint blush on Joy’s silken skin spoke volumes of her interest. I made a mental note to proceed cautiously. Her eyes drifted towards the purse laying on the ground and I bent to retrieve it. Maybe it was because she was a woman with a mind to tame me or maybe it just was the awareness that my heart felt strangely lighter, but I decided to take up the challenge of wooing her no matter what the reason.

She walked towards the parked cars and I followed. Leaning up against the side of a shiny new black Rolls Royce, Joy’s alabaster fingers reached into her purse and retrieved a cellular phone. “My brother’s inside. I’m just going to let him know where I am. He’s such a worrier.” The faint sound of the text being sent prompted her to put the phone away. She held the purse behind her. The change in position of her arms straightened her back and lifted her breasts. My first thought was that she was a military brat, too. The itching of my palms to cup those breasts removed anything other than basic cerebral function in me. It was with torturous restraint that I kept a proper distance between us.

An irresistible ‘come hither’ look, shook my resolve. My hand slipped in between hers and the small of her back. I crushed her between me and the car and found her lips as wanton and plump as a ripe passion fruit. My other hand cupped the back of her neck, careful not to disturb her hair. The kiss was meant to be chaste, but one taste of those lips made me a greedy thief. With great delight and more than a little fascination, I slipped my knee in between her legs and felt her moan into my mouth. It was as perfect a moment as could be had in a lifetime. A sound like fireworks came from the direction of the mansion and it took me a moment to realize that it was not in celebration of our first sacred moment together.

A piercing scream broke the sanctity of our soul’s dual confession. The sound of music coming from the party was suddenly replaced with a noisy ruckus inside the mansion. My eyes opened in the nick of time to see Adriana slip something into Joy’s purse and past us. Another set of popping sounds flew after her. Realizing what it was, I shoved Joy down to the ground and covered her with my body. “Stay down. Don’t make a sound.”

With my heart beating in my ears like a hammer on an anvil, I crouched down and scuttled after Adriana. A sound like popcorn popping loudly came from inside the Waveny Mansion as I reached out for her. As I dragged her down to the ground, Adriana reached up her dress and pulled out a 9mm handgun and squeezed off two rounds. Shit! I pushed her head down lower. “Son of a bitch!” she yelled, and I saw the blood leaking out of a graze on her right side. “I was going to wear this dress again. Shit!” she yelled, and climbed over me to fire another round. “He’s down. I got him,” she said with a triumphant grin and stood back up.

She reached a hand down to me. Just as I reached out to take it and breathed a quick sigh of relief, Adriana toppled over me and landed with a thud on the ground. Blood quickly spilled out of her head. “Adriana!” I cried, seeing the bullet hole between her eyes. She was gone and there was nothing I could do. I grabbed the 9mm out of her hand and scrambled towards Joy.

I motioned with my hand for her to stay down and be quiet. Footsteps sounded on the patio and a large man in a black tux with a red cummerbund and tie called out, “She’s over there by the Audi.” As he neared her body, my heart sank. I had kissed those lips and entertained notions of a future with her. Even though we weren’t together, the pain of Adriana’s loss cut into me like a hot knife. Slowly, I got into position to fire off a shot at him. Another set of footsteps stopped me. “Does she have it?” a slender man with crooked glasses asked as he approached him.

“No, it’s not here. Go one by one and search the guests. She must have handed it off. Don’t let anyone leave,” the bigger guy said.

“I’m not cleaning this up. This was your mistake, in the first place. You’re dealing with…” the slender man he fell forwards to the floor and twitched for a moment as his blood spilled out around him.

“Hot tempered little prick. That’ll be the last time you threaten to snitch on me,” the large man gloated over the fallen body of his associate.

TBC next week….

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Today we will feature a new recipe from F. Leonora Solomon. Author of Tie Me Up, A Binding Collection of Erotic Tales and over 9 more other works, Acquisitions Editor, Art Enthusiast & co-curator of http://reddit.com/r/sexysmut and a Native New Yorker, with severe wanderlust… and obviously a reader.

Here is from F. Leonora:

I love cocktails, my drink Du Jour is a gin and tonic with garnish. But for Eden’s post, I am going to focus on a beloved favorite of mine…
Amaretto sours!

Simple Amaretto Sour

1½ oz. amaretto

¾ -1½ oz. sweet and sour mix

Ice cubes

Orange slice, lemon wedge, or maraschino cherry for garnish

Pour the amaretto liqueur into a cocktail shaker half-filled with ice cubes.

If you’re going for a 2-1 amaretto to sour mix ratio, then you’ll want 1½ of amaretto and ¾ oz. of sweet and sour mix. If you want a 1-1 ratio, then you should pour 1½ oz. of amaretto and 1½ of sweet and sour mix. The sour mix is really a combination of water, sugar, and lemon juice. For an extra kick, you can even make your own. Fresh lemons instead of the pre-made stuff can really take this drink to the next level.

Strain or pour into an old-fashioned glass, garnish with a maraschino cherry and a slice of orange, and serve.

I love amaretto–even as a coffee flavor. I like the liquor on its own, and inside of egg nog for the holidays. This very sweet cocktail is perfect. Sweet and tart, sour. A man I know told me that having an amaretto sour, is like going fast forward with dessert as your drink.

And what is wrong with that?

I love sweet cocktails, I cringe when I have bitter ones. I have a sweet tooth all the time, and this sweet drink hits the spot, especially with several maraschino cherries. Yes, I believe in the cherry on top!!!

I wrote a story about a character who loved amaretto sours. Her date was judgmental, so he did not last long. But she still had a hot night!!!

“You can’t be serious,” he said, his eyes moving below her cameo.

Taking a sip of her amaretto sour, she dipped her finger in the glass to pull out a cocktail-soaked cherry.

“Are you?”

He scoffed.

“You want the same thing I want. You want me to fuck the sweetness out of you…”

Kit wanted to slap him, but she did not want to create a scene in Prohibition. She figured she would have a nice drink with Thom, who she had been chatting with online and who was as into the retro lifestyle as she was. But from the moment he judged her drink, she was done.

He continued to talk about the filthy things she wanted him to do to her. She was not turned on in the least, discreetly ogling the gorgeous bartender who had put two more cherries in her drink. Jackson was on his nametag. She also smiled as Josephine’s nametag came into view, while she plucked at the cherries she had saved for last at the bottom of her drink.

“Would you like another honey?” Josephine asked.

Thom answered before Kit could.

“No, she wants a real drink this time. Give her a–”

“Yes, I would like another amaretto sour,” Kit added. “with extra cherries.”

“Are you serious? I have kind of had it with the sweet and innocent act Kitty–”

The second she heard Kitty, she snapped. Schoolgirl taunts about Hello Kitty were resurrected.

She got up.

“Where are you going Kitty?”

Thom’s voice grew distant as she walked into the bathroom, and sat in one of the plush pink lounge chairs. The door opened behind her, and she was afraid he had followed her in.

“Are you okay Kitty?”

Kit looked at Josephine who had followed her.

“It’s Kit. No one calls me Kitty.”

Josephine nodded and walked out. She returned holding an amaretto sour with a pyramid of cherries inside, presented on a Prohibition branded lace doily.

“He’s still out there, chatting up tonight’s hopeful conquest.”

Kit sipped the very sweet amaretto sour, letting her tongue swirl around the cherry pyramid.

“You are way too pretty for him anyway!”

Kit laughed, caressing her cotton candy pink stockinged leg.

“Thank you, it’s nice when us girls stick together!”

“Yeah, it is!”

Josephine was sexy in suspenders, a buttoned-up shirt, tailored pants and bowtie.

“How late are you working tonight?” she asked Josephine looking in the mirror to see her reflection.

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One of the best things I learned as a child was that stories were adventures you could take on even the bleakest of days, days when the last petals of the rose fell away and there was nothing more than a grey day. As I matured, that beautiful escape became something of a passion. I began to weave stories to chase away even the most aggressive tempest, protecting that delicate bloom inside. Yet, a beautiful flower longs to be admired in all its stages.

Today, I’d like to share this story with you. I have no idea where it will take us and what the adventure will be like. The characters will tell us who they are and what they care to do one page at a time. The blossom will grow and change from the tiny seed I leave you with today, until it grows to fruition. We will get to know its fragrance and charm. Maybe, just maybe, we will even learn its nature.

I invite you to pick my brain with your feedback and messages. Tell me what you love or hate and why. I make no promises about revisions, but I’m as attentive a reader as I am a writer and your words will stay with me as I hope mine will with you. We will begin with a light flirtation and let the story unfold. Since everything flowers in my garden, story may end up anywhere from a light sweet romance to a dark BDSM. Adult readers only, please.

“Life was full of nothing but darkness for Nathan Stevenson until Jasmine appeared in his life. She brought his innermost desires to the surface. She burned her way through to his heart to become embedded in his soul. He knew she was dangerous but would she break down his wall as he dreamed of her touch and fought against the impulse to protect her?Would their love be enough to defeat his demons? Was he strong enough to resist her or would her light burn irrevocably?”

“Wanna go back and get shitfaced?” he asked. “Hell fucking yeah I do…” We blew the candle out, covered it with the rocks and walked towards the edge of the cave. Looking out we could still see James on the path and I turned to Joe, “it would be so easy to push him off here and make it look like an accident.” “Haha, yeah it would, but knowing that fucker, he’d probably survive and grass you up…” “Yeah you’re probably right… Joe, thanks.” “For what mate?” “Listening.” “Aww are we turning into mortal girls now? Next you wanna braid my hair and go see the backstreet boys?” “Who the fuck are they?” “A boyband my sister likes.” “Burnt Ashes are more my speed but thanks.” “Eh, I haven’t heard of them, who the fuck are they?” “They’re a rock band. The lead singer has some set of pipes on him and the guitarist is shit hot. You should check them out on YouTube.” “Sometimes I wonder about you…” I shook my head in despair, “Is the coast clear?” “Yeah, I think so, we should probably head back quietly though, just incase that assholes hovering about.”

Candlelight was my first release and is about a demon battling against his humanity which surfaces after a dream about a random girl. He dreams of this girl constantly until one day she arrives on his doorstep. It’s dark, edgy and has funny and romantic moments.

“Jasmine Johnstone’s life was relatively normal until she was forced to live with the Stevenson family. As she stayed she found she had no choice but to battle mythical creatures. Strengths she never knew she possessed began to surface, surprising those around her. Her only chance of surviving the rising tide of evil was Nathan Stevenson. Could she really trust him as he fought against his love for her? With the world against them and time running out, would their love be enough to defeat demons?”

Luminosity is the novel told from the female leads point of view. It’s dark, romantic and at times sweet. It’s also a little scary and sometimes, so I’ve been told, you want to scream at the book and at times throttle Nathan.

“Come on Jas, you need to wake up,” he purred seductively. His breath tickled my ear and I groaned as my eyes fought to open. “Come on baby, that’s it. Open your eyes for me.” I froze unsure I heard him right, Nathan just called me baby. I opened my eyes slowly and my senses returned. I shivered and Nathan wrapped me his arms rubbing my arms and holding me to his chest. I turned slightly in his arms and his face was a mixture of confusion and something else. “Thank you,” I managed to croak out. My heart thundered in chest as he turned me towards him and leaned down towards me. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered before leaning in and kissing me gently on the lips. He then pulled back and kissed me on the forehead, “I’m not sure what I would have done if I had lost you.” He pulled me close for a moment and kissed the top of my head. He paused there for a moment then pulled back and stood up. He smiled down at me, still sitting there stunned.

About me:

I am a mum of two boys, a student nurse and I’m happily married. I love writing and reading and have a million ideas that I want to get out. You can contact me via email: authorstacemcwilliams@gmail.com

“Here’s my favorite summertime recipe. We make it by the gallon and it comes with a warning. It taste so good, it goes down easy, but when you stand up, it’s gotcha. Because every time we make it someone always drinks it like it’s water and then it’s gotcha. LOL.

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Happy #InternationalWomensDay Take this special day to #celebrate the important #women in your life and do something they’d appreciate most. It’s easy to forget about the #struggle and challenges women face everyday. Sometimes the hardships women face are heartbreaking, so go ahead and thank the women in your life for everything they do and who they are. It’s #roses #chocolate & a new #book for me. I’m a #bookworm and the mister knows it. #confession #bookaddict

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Welcome to Liquid Friday. We have included a drink featured in Violet Blooms for ADULTS 21 and over- please, drink responsibly.

A bit about Violet:

I think what makes our character Violet most approachable are her imperfections. She’s coping with real world problems in a very human way. It gives her a vulnerability that is so irresistible and charming that it’s easy for us to go along the journey with her.